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In Front of Him...

By: STR8Male



This is a work of fiction and does not represent any person, living or dead. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission of the author.

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Dean often told his friends that being exceptionally well hung sometimes made him consider some type of reduction surgery. But, most of the time, he loved the effect his very exceptional organ had upon women.

Unfortunately, several times during the past ten years of sexual activity, when he met a girl he thought he could fall in love with and marry, she recoiled when they reached the level of intimacy where she became aware of his prodigious genital endowment. Some would suddenly leave, making a variety of transparent excuses. Often they refused further contact with him. A few, only a very few, consented to alternative sexual contact. Most of the time that meant they would provide him relief with their hands, sometimes their breasts, and in a few cases, their mouths. Unfortunately those more orally adventurous young ladies found his peach sized glans too much to encompass.

So, by the time Dean reached twenty-one, and technically remained a virgin, his anatomical anomaly's hindrance of his sexual life, at least with a female partner, left him in a near permanent state of angry depression. What really disgusted him was that the homos seemed to zero right in on him. Apparently they had some sort of size radar, or were better at assessing another man's endowments through their clothing. Time and time again, Dean refrained from punching them out when they made blatant sexual advances, or even tried to caress his crotch.

Not interested in college, Dean bounced around from job to job. Of course he started in fast food, where there were always jobs available. He spent a while in an auto supply store, but found that a poor place to meet girls. And he wanted to meet a lot of girls, calculating the odds pointed out that the more he met, the sooner he might find one that would consent to real sex, instead of hand jobs and very shallow blowjobs. Of course those substitutes were better than his daily sessions of masturbation. Dean assumed, incorrectly, that his higher libido was directly proportional to the size of his penis and testicles. What ever the reason, he had to masturbate several times each day in order to avoid walking around with a near perpetual erection. And when he was erect, it was nearly impossible not to be grossly obvious to anyone looking at him.

So Dean started looking specifically for a job where he could meet more ladies. Luckily, he stumbled upon a bartending job. It was a nice, quite large, neighborhood bar just on the edge of a college campus. And this wasn't just any college; it was a woman's college! Dean just knew that he would finally 'go all the way' with the marked increase in the number of women he'd meet. And, considering that many of them over indulged in alcohol, their generally lower inhibitions would favor him even more. And he was right.

The first week the owner of the bar taught him how to mix all the drinks. It wasn't difficult, especially with a nice little quick reference binder lying behind the bar. By the end of the week Dean could mix almost all the regularly ordered drinks without having to use the reference guide. The downside was that as the junior employee, he had to work the first shift, when there were far, far fewer patrons present. And once he was off duty, the owner forbid him from hanging around to try to pick up girls.

That second Thursday, as he polished the bar, a couple walked in. Though they wore wedding rings, Dean suspected that they were having some sort of problem. They didn't smile at one another and barely spoke to one another. The balding husband, a fifty something guy with a belly that bulged out beneath his coat and depended below his belt, clambered up on a bar stool and ordered a boilermaker, leaving his wife to state her own preference. She took a stool several stools distant from her husband and asked for three shots of tequila, downing the first two very quickly. She then ordered a beer, knocked back the third, and nursed the beer for several minutes.

Dean became aware that she was staring at him as he went about his usual tasks behind the bar. She looked at least twenty years younger than her husband, who was now working on his own series of shots, though he was sticking with whiskey. While Dean, worked away, he felt the cute redhead's eyes upon him, and it began to have the expected effect. He tried to stay up close to the bar, so neither of the two patrons would spot his aroused condition.

As he moved near her to place some more beer mugs in the freezer to chill them, she lifted her hand to block her husband's view of her lips and whispered, "Packing a big gun there, Mister?" Dean blushed and didn't respond.

After her husband slid off his stool and weaved his way towards the restrooms, the lady picked up her purse and walked around the bar. Dean tried to explain that customers were not allowed behind the bar, but she ignored him and seemed to be looking for something behind the bar. Spotting a place near the beer taps, she crouched down and scooted under the bar into an area where a large box of plastic cups usually sat. Dean stepped closer to where she was crouching to repeat his words, but she just shushed him and dug into her purse.

Producing a tube of lipstick, she refreshed the thick red gloss on her very full lips. Dean felt his penis lurch in response. At that time, his bladder apparently empty, her husband returned. He looked around for his wife.

"Where did she go?", he asked as he resumed his place on the stool.

Dean, half scared and half confused, said, "I guess she left, Sir."

"Good riddance. I'm tired of that bitch sucking up all my money and being so cold in the sack!" He immediately ordered another boilermaker. Scooping up the lady's empty beer mug and dropping it in the sink as he walked past towards the beer taps, Dean grabbed a chilled mug and filled it. Then as he placed the fresh beer in front of the man, Dean felt hands massaging his erection through his slacks. Almost immediately, he felt his zipper being tugged down slowly. A warm hand slipped inside his zipper, and then through the slit in his boxer shorts and began massaging the lower half of his stout shaft.

"What's wrong, kid? You suddenly look pale?" 

Dean leaned forward, fearing that the man might lean forward and see his wife's hands at work upon his prick, "Nothing. Just a bit tired."

The hand on the outside of his slacks began unbuckling his belt. With his erection poking up above the waistband of his slacks, she couldn't free it without unbuckling his belt, and then the waistband button. As she levered his penis out, pulling his shorts down in the process, Dean heard her gasp.

"You sure your ok, kid? You look as pale as a ghost!"

Dean just shook his head negatively, then almost groaned as he felt the woman's mouth sink down over his glans, and halfway down his shaft. None of his dates or short term girlfriends had ever come close to swallowing that much of his cock when it was fully erect. He felt his knees tremble as her lips traveled back up his shaft and suck at his glans two or three times before sinking down just a bit deeper on her second effort.

The second time she traveled back up to his head and sucked even more powerfully at him, she made an audible slurping sound. Thankfully, Dean thought, her husband didn't seem to hear it, or ignored it. Reaching over to pick up the remote control to the large TV behind the bar, Dean turned it on and flipped around until he found a baseball game, and turned the volume up in the hope of drowning out any further sounds the man's wife might make.

"Hey! Thanks, kid! Now if that bitch was still here, she'd piss and moan until we put it on some bitchy female talk show or some artsy-fartsy bullshit. I'm glad she took a hike."

Dean felt teeth scrap his cock and uttered a defense of the woman without thinking, "Well, she seems like a nice lady."

"Well, kid, you don't have to live with the bitch. Hell, a couple of months ago I bought her a sixty thousand dollar Porsche Boxster and didn't even get a blow job out of the deal. Screw her!"

Dean felt the man's wife gulping at his dick, and realized she was laughing as his huge glans was pressed into the back of her mouth. He vaguely wondered what the joke might be.

For almost ten minutes, the woman skewered her mouth down and around Dean's swollen, ever harder, organ as he and the man exchanged comments on the baseball game. Dean kept the intermittent conversation away from the man's wife, even though he made some foul comment about her now and then.

As time passed, the man commented, "Kid, you aren't pale anymore, but your face is beet red now? You sure you aren't sick or something?"

Dean nodded 'no', turned up the TV a bit more, and wondered how he could suppress the imminent physical reaction that approached at an increasing pace. As his penis began to ooze slick fluid, the woman increased her pace, as if greedy for the salty precursor to his looming orgasm. The more fluid he produced, the more enthusiastic she became.

On one downward stroke, her drunken state caused her to press his glans too hard into the back of her throat. She gagged, choked, and coughed slightly. Her husband looked away from the TV, "What was that?".

Thinking quickly, despite the overwhelming physical sensations he enjoyed, and feared, at the same time, Dean blurted out, "The drain. The beer tap drain makes funny noises all the time."

Chortling, her husband said, "Damn! Guess beer makes anything belch. Or FART!" He slapped at the bar in drunken recognition of what he considered high humor. Dean made an effort to laugh with him.

Suddenly Dean felt slim, spit slickened, fingers pushing his balls apart and massaging the base of his cock. His prick grew impossibly harder, then to his enormous surprise, the fingers slipped further back. Her index finger began to draw light circles on his tight, totally virginal, anal ring. This time Dean couldn't help gasping.

"Kid, what...?" The man looked perplexed and glanced over his shoulder, thinking something behind him surprised Dean. But the bar was empty, the entry unoccupied.

"Just bumped my knee, Sir. But I'm ok."

"Well, be careful. If you go down, then who'd get me a fresh beer?" He shoved his empty mug across the bar to Dean.

Dean nearly fainted at the prospect of fetching a beer. He had to walk several feet to the beer tap, and return, without his huge, reddened, drooling, erection being seen. Thinking quickly, he snatched up a fresh bar towel, which thankfully lay right at hand beneath the bar. Thankfully, the woman realized he was going to have to move, so she removed her mouth and extricated her hand from beneath him. Holding the towel by one end, in his right hand, at waist height, he was able to turn to his left and take two steps to the beer tap. Sliding the freezer open with his left hand, he turned his body so his back was to the man, plucked out an ice cold mug, filled it, then switched the towel to his left hand as he took the beer in his right. Successfully using the towel to screen his organ from the man's view, he returned to stand before his customer. As he wiped the condensation that had dampened the bar from the previous mug, Dean felt that warm mouth return to his organ, and start sucking ever more powerfully. Her hand slide across the lower limits of zipper and lowered shorts and began massaging his anus once more.

Dean didn't last another minute. Working hard to control his breath, he felt his prick lurch and spew forth a preliminary shot right into the back of the woman's throat. Thankfully, she neither gagged or choked. She swallowed that burst of semen, and the next six or eight more powerful spurts, seemingly sucking ever more intensely. As his ejaculation dribbled to a close, she worked at sucking every drop out of him.

Withdrawing her hand, she nursed softly at him as his organ slackened to about seventy-five percent of his erect size. Then, carefully, she tucked him back down into his pants, pulled his shorts up, buttoned his pants, tugged the zipper carefully upwards, then buckled his belt.

Amazingly, her husband didn't notice the not too subtle changes in Dean's expression as his wife had drained the young bartender dry. But, as Dean moved back to some of his tasks, he wondered what would happen next. He didn't have long to wait. The man turned his almost full beer upwards and drained it dry.

"Guess I need to head on out, kid. How much I owe you?"

Dean tallied up the bar tab and gave the man the register receipt. The man pushed a fifty dollar bill across the bar, "Keep the change, kid. Appreciate the hospitality."

Amazed that he had just been tipped twenty dollars by the man whose wife had just given him a world class blow job, Dean thanked him. As the man exited the bar, the woman scrambled out of the cubbyhole beneath the bar, gave him a quick, tongue lashing, kiss, then literally ran for the restroom. Just as the door swished shut behind her, the husband returned, looking angry.

Dean's heart leapt into his throat. Had the guy somehow known what had happened. Dean turned to look at the mirror behind the bar. He didn't think the angle was right. The man couldn't have seen what his wife was doing!

"That bitch's car is still out front! Where the hell could she have gone? Is there another bar around here?" His eyes narrowed, with drunken suspicion.

"Uh...no sir. The closest bar to this one is Maggie's, over on Fourth Street. I don't think she would have walked that far in this heat."

As the man stood there fuming, Dean was at a loss for words. Thankfully, at that moment, his wife emerged from the restroom, patting her hair and said, "You still here, asshole?"

"What the hell have you been doing back there for half an hour?"

Snidely, she laughed, "I met a hunk with a dick as big as my forearm and sucked him dry."

Dean felt the room spin around him. He feared the worst.

"You stupid, fat, prick, what does anyone do a restroom? Were you timing me?"

The drunk whirled, "You said she left, kid!"

"No, Sir! I said I guessed she left. I wasn't watching her and she just wasn't there when I turned back around from loading the mug freezer."

That seemed to mollify the guy. But he got just as pissed when his wife walked over and laid a twenty on the bar, "Thanks for the fantastic service, Dean. I look forward to you servicing me again in the future."

Her husband missed the double entendre, but was upset anyway, "Hey! I already tipped him a wad!"

"I'll tip who I wish when I wish, asshole." And with that she flounced out, with her husband trailing her and cursing loudly.

Once the door shut behind them, Dean picked up the twenty she had laid on the bar. A business card fell out onto the bar. He picked it up, read it, discovering she was a professor at the college. She had a doctorate in psychology! Scrawled across the back of the card was a note: Call me. Next time we can have a better time! Her cell phone number was written below a series of X's and O's. Dean tucked the card into his wallet.

The rest of his shift was just a blur. Dean had never ejaculated into a woman's mouth, and now this woman not only seemed to have enjoyed it, but wanted to see him again! To his dismay, the mere thought caused his penis to swing upwards and press strongly against his slacks. Checking his surroundings, he reached down beneath his belt and pants to lever his cock upwards, where it could stand straight up, but be less obvious behind his untucked shirt.

As his shift ended, the late afternoon produced a half dozen patrons. The second shift bartender arrived, along with the short order cook and two waitresses. Just as he prepared to punch out, the other bartender called out to him, "Hey, Dean! Phone call! She sounds sexy!" The people in the bar, mostly female college students, hooted and hollered. He gave them an embarrassed wave and headed back to the owner's office to take the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, stud. Ready to finish what you started this afternoon?"

Dean recognized the sultry voice instantly, and his erection, which had finally subsided a few hours earlier, returned with a vengeance, "Uh, yes, ma'am."

With mock anger, "Ma'am? If you want your dick sucked again, you better not start making me feel like I'm old enough to be your mother!"

Dean, dipped into his shirt pocket after her business card. Glancing at it, he said, "Sorry, Paula. Force of habit."

She laughed, "Ok, you're off duty. Now I'm your slut, your whore, your lover... Are you free now?"

Dean assured her that he was and she responded, "Ok, grab a bottle of sparkling wine, whatever you guys have on hand, and I'll pick up around the corner in ten minutes."

After hanging up, Dean stepped back to the bar's big cooler and selected a bottle of Bollinger. After walking back out to the bar, he paid for it. Ed, the elder bartender, chuckled, "Guess your gonna get lucky tonight, Dean!" Ed took Dean's cash, rang up the purchase, then added, "Take one of those cheese and cracker samplers the salesman left the other day. They're free. And you can also grab one of those two flute promo packages. And don't forget a corkscrew!"

With customers waiting on Ed, Dean didn't have to suffer any more embarrassment. He just stuffed the wine into an insulated sack, along with a handful of ice, then dashed back to grab the flutes, a corkscrew, and two of the sample cracker and cheese packs and add them to his now bulging backpack.

Outside, in the heat of the afternoon, he moved quickly to the corner and around it. In less than two minutes of peering up and down the street, the Boxster wheeled up the curb and rocked to a stop. Dean stepped forward and opened the door. Paula, at the wheel, gave him a lip licking, seductive smile, and said, "Get in, quick, before one of my students or the faculty sees you!"

Dean almost dived into the tight confines of the Teutonic roadster. Thankfully, she had the convertible top up, giving them a great deal of privacy behind the darkly tinted windows. As soon as he had the door closed, she rocketed away from the curb as he searched for his seat belt.

Paula drove fast, darting through traffic with alacrity, as he finally located his shoulder belt and pulled it across his body to latch it.

He wasn't too surprised when each time she made a gearshift, she reached over to fondle the bulge in his slacks. Dean was only vaguely aware that they were headed out of town on the Interstate within just a few moments.

"I think we'll go to our lake cabin. Jerry won't be looking for me tonight. As soon as I got him home, he started hitting the bottle pretty hard."

Before they were out of town, once she was in top gear and had the cruise control set right at the 70mph speed limit, Paula had his pants open and was fondling his erection.

"Wow, it really IS as big as my forearm." She held up her arm, with a small clenched fist, "God! You seem to be bigger than my forearm! My fist is comparable to your glans, but my wrist is much thinner than the corresponding portion of your shaft. To tell the truth, I don't think my little cunt can handle all of you, at least not the first few times, but I'm going to try real hard." As she slid her hand down the length of Deans ten inches of thick meat, she added, "Amazing! That last few inches of your fat root IS thicker than the widest part of my forearm!"

Dean, loaded with expectancy, just sat there and grinned stupidly. But as she started smearing the fluid emitted from his meatus, he pulled her palm from the knob of his organ and said, "What about your husband? Did he see what we, what you, did?"


In Front of Him...



"Of course not. He's not only imperceptive, but he is a cheap drunk. I only married him because he gave my academic career a huge boost, and he has a trust fund that is bigger than the GDP of most third world countries."

Paula glanced at him, assessing his response, and added, "Don't feel badly. I'm not a gold digger. Jerry took advantage of me when I was a junior. He got me drunk, and may have drugged me, then he took my virginity. Unfortunately for both of us, I had a disruption in my menstrual cycle, and we both thought I was pregnant. So with him fearing academic suicide, and me fearing being stuck with a baby and no husband, we eloped. Being married exempted him from being pilloried by the Board of Regents."

"Things were ok for a whole two weeks, then my period started. As soon as I told him I wasn't pregnant, he became extremely hostile, and his behavior has not abated over the last five years. But to insure everyone thought he had married on an academic par with his own standing, he pulled some strings and got me moved up the ladder faster than I could have done on my own, even in a woman's college. So, now I am the head of the Abnormal Psychology Department."

Her position impressed Dean, and she detected that as his organ slackened very slightly in her hand, "The position isn't that impressive. And I'm NOT old enough to be your mother, just maybe an older sister." At that, Dean had to laugh, "Paula, don't make me think I'm screwing either my mother or sister! I doubt I could get it up more than twice. But as your lover, on an equal footing, I can keep it up all night."

Paula looked over at Dean, her face flushing, "God! I can't believe I stumbled on you right in the middle of Jerry and I talking about divorce! He was threatening to fight me tooth and nail so that I couldn't tap into his trust fund. But I have him cold. I came home last week and found him in bed with another groggy undergrad. When I heard him grunting and calling her degrading names, I knew instantly what was going on in our bedroom, so I got the camcorder out of the den and snuck upstairs and recorded him humping her madly. Thankfully, I got there quite early in the process, because he never lasts for more than two minutes. After he pulled out and squirted his misery ejaculate over her belly, I crept back downstairs. I downloaded the video and sent it to my private email account, and to a girlfriend on the other side of the country. Then I burned it to a CD and left it on his desk. He saw that video for the first time today and started trying to intimidate me and scare me into a no fault divorce. That isn't going to happen! I've got the bastard cold! I do feel sorry for that young lady though."

Dean, hearing too much negative stuff about her private life, directed the conversation into a different area quite pointedly, "Ok, let's leave all that crap behind. But you need to know a few things about me. First off, I'm no dummy, but I sort of skated through high school, graduating by the skin of my teeth. I've just been bumming around since I graduated."

Then, admitting something he had never revealed to anyone else, he added, "You're the first girl that has ever had sexual contact with me without a log of begging and promises from me that I wouldn't try to make love to them. You know, have intercourse with them."

With her education, Paula made a startling conclusion, "Then, Dean, you're a virgin? You've never gone beyond oral with a woman before?"

"Oral?", Dean laughed, "What you did to me was far, far beyond what I've ever experienced. Most of the time the best I got was a hand job. A few girls tried to give me head, but they could barely get my head into their mouth. And they invariably stopped such activity the moment they feared that I might come in their mouths. So what you did to me today was not only a first, but it was incredibly pleasurable, far, far beyond anything I've experienced in my entire life!"

They continued to converse, sharing a deeper and deeper intimacy, as the Porsche ate up the miles. About halfway into the journey, Paula exited the Interstate and began to wend her way through a series of country roads, guided by the built in navigation system that gave her voice prompts for upcoming turns. Finally, Dean thought, they pulled up to substantial iron gate, which Paula opened with the touch of a button on the dash. A full mile down a narrow, one lane, private drive, they arrived at a contemporary log cabin perched above a small mountain lake.

"Can you believe that his parents hated this place? They owned the entire two hundred acre lake, and the surrounding ten sections of land."

"Section?" Dean didn't know much about real estate.

"A section is six hundred and forty acres, so this place is six thousand four hundred acres. Jerry's parents, like him, are urbanites. They didn't like bugs, wild animals, or nature in general. But I absolutely adore nature, in every aspect. I wanted to take this as our divorce settlement, but Jerry threatened to break it up and develop it, just to spite me. That isn't going to happen!"

Dean pointed, "Paula? Who's car is that?"

Paula's head snapped around, spotting the Mercedes SL65, which cost five times as much as her Boxster, "That's Jerry's car! That son of a bitch is here! I bet he has another drugged up under grad in the cabin!"

Without thought, in the heat of anger, she threw the door of the Porsche open. Dean barely caught her left elbow, pulling her back.

"Wait! Don't just barge in. Let's think this through."

Paula gave him a grateful look, "You're right. Hand me my bag from behind my seat. I brought the handy cam." She looked sheepish, then admitted, "I wanted to record you doing me, then let him see it to make him feel inadequate. His little four inch long, inch thick, pud can't compare to you, Dean."

"Ok, but let's scout this out first."

Knowing the property, and with darkness approaching, Paula suggested that they skirt the cabin from the tree line, which surrounded the cabin on three sides, and make some observations first. First, Paula carefully backed her car down the drive until the reached a curve. Once the car was out of sight of the cabin, they exited it and carefully pushed the doors shut instead of slamming them. Walking slowly in the dusk, they wound their way through the dense hardwood woodland. As they neared the cabin from the side opposite the point of their arrival, they could see light spilling out of a huge picture window.

"That's the great room", Paula noted, "The master bedroom is upstairs. The place isn't huge, but it is quite luxurious. It wouldn't even be here except that Jerry's father wanted a place to bring the hippy chicks he picked up in town on a regular basis." Her face darkened, "Like father; like son, I guess."

As they edged closer, and moved down the length of the cabin, something quite strange came into view. A portly man, quite hirsute, was sitting in a strange chair, almost entirely naked. Dean couldn't quite figure out what was going on, but Paula, more knowledgeable than him, quickly pointed out, "That piece of shit is playing some kind of bondage game!"

Her utterance clarified the scene for Dean. The guy, Jerry, was sitting upon a bottomless chair. His paltry erection projecting outwards in the horizontal plane, while his rather fat scrotum had shiny steel cylinder fastened around it. Two eyehooks on opposing sides of the cylinder had globular weights suspended from them, stretching his scrotum downwards. It looked very painful to Dean.

Jerry also had cloverleaf clamps pinching his nipples, which were being tugged upwards by thin rope, stretching out of sight towards the ceiling. His nipples were being stretched so far outwards that Dean unconsciously reached one hand towards his own nipples before he caught himself and glanced at Paula self consciously. But she wasn't looking at Dean, she was staring at the scene intently, with a calculating appearance.

Jerry's entire head was hidden beneath a thick, black, leather hood. And as the duo on the outside peered inward intently, a woman stepped into view. Dressed in latex, head to toe, she swished a cat o' nine tails ominously along one leg. It was obvious to them that she was a quite powerfully built black woman.

Paula turned to Dean, "This pervert has hired a professional dominatrix! I hadn't suspected that he had a deeply subservient, masochistic, side to his personality. But as a behavior expert, I guess he was able to hide that from me. That might explain why he tried to hard to provoke me. He wanted ME to provide him with this type of scenario! But, I think I know exactly how to handle this. Dean, please help me out on this. I need a strong man at my side."

Dean, swallowing heavily, squared his shoulders, "Sure, Paula. Whatever you need."

She smiled, and her smile made him shudder deep inside himself, "Thank you, lover! Just follow my lead."

And with that, she strode forward and around the corner of the cabin to the front door. As the reached the front door, she showed him how to turn the camera on and aim it using the small flip out LCD screen, as she said, "Record everything." 

With that she produced her keys and carefully, silently, unlocked the cabin's substantially thick oak door. Easing it open, they stepped into the kitchen area of the cabin's great room. Across the counter and bar, they watched the black woman raise the cat o' nine tails up past her statuesque shoulder and bring it down upon Jerry's erection, causing him to issue forth with a muffled yelp of pain. It was obvious that the hood held a hidden gag inside his mouth.

Paula, clapped her hands sharply. The black woman whirled. Her expression was hidden behind her latex hood. Paula pointed at her, lifted her forefinger to her full lips and gave a 'shush' sign, then beckoned her.

The dominatrix glanced back at Jerry, shrugged her shoulders, and strode over to within a few feet of Dean and Paula. Paula tiptoed, and whispered into the woman's ear, then turned and stepped back out the door, with Dean following.

"Miss, I assume you have been paid for your services this evening?"

The black woman reached up and peeled her latex hood off, "Yes. Weren't supposed to be anyone else. You must be the fag's wife, right?"

Paula, nonplussed with the appellation of 'fag' directed at her husband, said, "Yes. But what do you mean by fag?"

"Plainly, you're the wife, alright. Most don't know when they are married to a fag. Guys like this pay me to be their faggot lover, but because I'm really a female, they can tell themselves that they aren't really faggots. But if I want, I can have guys like this sucking real dicks and taking real dicks up the ass in a single session."

Paula exhaled noisily, "I understand. How much did he pay you for tonight's service, and what did he contract with you to do tonight."

The large black woman shrugged, "Same as usual. I beat his little white dick until it is purple, and then I strap him down over the table and fuck him with my big old black rubber dick until he begs me to let him come. Usually don't take me an hour or so to have him begging. Then we start over again until he cain't get it up again. On a good night he can come twice. But most times he gives up an hour or so after the first time he dribbles."

"How much do you charge for this service, Miss...uh...I don't know your name. I beg your pardon for not introducing myself. I'm Paula, Jerry's wife. And this is Dean, my...well, Dean is my lover."

"My name is Mistress Devine. Yeah, I know, that is kind of stereotypical, but I started doing this before I had read much about these faggoty middle aged guys, so I picked a stupid name. Can't change it because I've got too much invested in my website, advertising, and all my repeat customers. Pleased to meet you, Paula."

She turned to face Dean, "Pleased to meet you, Dean. You like what you see me doing to Jerry?" She was looking at him with streetwise appraisal.

Dean, with a look of disgust, said, "I like seeing you humiliate the asshole, but if you tried that with me, I'd deck you, even though you are a lady."

The dominatrix laughed, "Well! That's the first time I've had a man call me a lady in a while, unless I was twisting his little nuts."

Paula jumped back into the conversation, "Mistress Devine", at which the black lady held up her hand to interrupt Paula.

"You ain't a customer, or into this BS, so you should call me by the name my momma gave me. I'm Delilah Prescott." She held out her hand.

Paula took her hand and shook it, then Dean did the same.

"Delilah, how much did you charge you for these services tonight?"

"My fee is two hundred an hour, plus transportation time both ways. Tonight Jerry paid me twelve hundred."

"Very well", Paula stated, "I'll double your fee, but I want you to do something for me."

"Sure, you seem like a nice lady. Sorry, but I didn't know the fag, er...uh...I didn't know my customer was married." She looked somewhat sheepish, "Do you folks mind if I strip out of this rubber suit? It is hotter than hell. I usually doff it as soon as my customer is blindfolded. They don't know the difference, most of the time."

Dean spoke up, "Go ahead, Delilah. If you wish, go back inside, cool off in the shower, then dress and join us back out here. I might suggest that you mess with Jerry on your way back inside, and on your way back out. We don't want him getting suspicious with too long an absence."

"Thanks, Dean. I'd love to do that." She turned and strode away, in her six inch stiletto heels.

Paula turned to Dean, "I'm impressed! You're quite the 'take charge' man!"

Dean had to fight hard to resist blushing at the compliment, which would have effectively diminished the compliment, "Thanks. What's the plan from this point?"

"I think I'd like to get some footage of Delilah plying her trade, upon, and within, Jerry. That should nail down the divorce proceedings. Then, just to put him in his place, and keep him there, I want you to do a few things to, and for, me."

Dean shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever it takes to get into your pants, Paula." He grinned broadly and she laughed.

Sometime later, Delilah returned, smacking Jerry's penis with the cat a few times, and snapping it up under the chair to strike his over stretched balls, which caused him to issue forth with a muffled, high pitched, squeal of surprised pain. She was now wearing a rather demure ensemble, which consisted of loose pants, a white blouse, and a silk jacket, along with comfortable loafers. All in all she looked more like a lady that might work in a bank or at a supervisory level in a department store.

Paula apologized for not having cash to complete the promised financial transaction, but Delilah chuckled and said, "Just give me your cell phone number and I'll send you and invoice. You can pay it with your credit card over a secure connection." In less than a minute, the money had change hands, electronically.

"Delilah, have you any other equipment or costuming on hand?" Paula had a plan.

Delilah chuckled, "Cuz, I've got two big duffel bags in there. I've got almost anything you might want."

"Ok, I want a leather hood for Dean, but so he can see and hear well. I don't want Jerry to be able to identify him, now or in the future."

"Paula, I've got something better. It's a silk hood, and a lot cooler than leather. Now, as for Jerry, you want him to see, but let's keep his ears stopped up so that he won't hear Dean and be able to identify his voice."

Paula clapped her hands in glee, "Delilah, I think we are going to be friends well beyond tonight! That is just perfect! Now, is there anything that Jerry has forbidden you to do to him?"

"Sure. He says he doesn't want a real dick inside him...".

Dean broke in, "WHOA! Let's get this straight right here and right now! My dick is reserved for women. So don't start trying to recruit me to do anything to Jerry other than kicking his sorry ass!"

The two women laughed, then Paula assured Dean, "Don't worry, lover. Jerry is only going to get to see you ream my pussy with that big dick of yours!"

Delilah continued, "Ok, you're 'off limits' for Jerry. But I did try the electro-stimulation unit on him in one of our first sessions. That technology is BAD ASS! I could make him come two or three times easily, then make him stay hard indefinitely. He said it 'hurt', and made him feel 'out of control'. And, he has a deep fear of needles." She dropped her gaze to the ground, and looked sheepish, "Some guys like to have needles shoved through their nipples, and their dicks. Some even like them shoved through their balls. But there is a risk of infection with that. I know sterile technique, and stick with it, but some aren't as worried about such details, so guys wind up with infections that do a lot of physical damage."

Paula, looking studious, rubbed her chin, "We may want some of that for him. You have a problem with it?"

"No, ma'am! I'll do whatever you and Dean need to jerk this asshole's chain! Once, when he and I had a dispute over his extra charges, he got pissed and called me a 'nigger'. Several times, I thought about just cinching down a zip tie around his balls and leaving him tied up and waiting for his balls to turn black and fall off."

Paula looked shocked, "He called you that! Why he's one of the campus' leading liberals, insisting that all blacks are discriminated against! And he used that word in a MONETARY dispute?!" Stamping her foot, Paula proclaimed, "Ok, let's get to work! Delilah, get the electro-stimulation gear hooked up, and lay out your needles! Jerry is going to regret his treatment of women, and his words!"

Dean, being honest with himself, swore to avoid angering either of these two women. For almost a half second, he felt sorry for the helpless Jerry. But then, Jerry had brought their ire upon himself through his own words and actions. So Dean resolved to just concentrating upon enjoyment of his own upcoming sexual adventures.

To be continued, depending upon posted responses and votes..........if no one expresses enjoyment of Dean's experience, and future experiences, then there is no reason to continue......



In Front of Husband



It has always been a long standing fantasy of mine to watch my wife Marnie get fucked by another man. My fantasy recently became a double reality as she not only had sex with another male but two other males. Now I wish to share the story with you.

I was at work last Wednesday, when I received a phone call from my wife. She asked me if I wanted to enjoy an evening out without the kids. She just got off the phone with my mother who happened to get a couple of days off before Christmas and was willing to watch the children so my wife and I could enjoy a pre-Christmas present out. I asked her what she wanted to do. She told me she wanted to go for a nice dinner and dancing at the local bar. That suited me just fine, for I was wanted to get to the end of the night where we fuck ourselves silly. Well I guess you got to have patience, I told myself.

When I got home the kids were already gone for the evening and apparently my wife was in the shower. So I went to the bathroom got undress and surprised Marnie by stepping in with a raging hard-on. She turned to me a said, "What do we have here, bad boy." With those words she dropped to her knees and shoved my sausage into her hot and moist mouth. Before long she finished me off and sucked my cum like it was her last meal on earth. She then got up off her knees and said, "that should hold you over till later tonight."

We got out of the shower, got dressed and prepared for our evening out on the town. When we were ready I just starred at Marn in awe. Without the kids around she sure looks like an incredibly hot women. She wore a short black dress with black stocking (which always turn me on). What really caught me off guard was when she bent over to slip on her pumps. Her dress rose above her thighs to give a view of her bare ass with a garter belt holding up her nylons. First off my wife never wears a garter belt and second I always thought she felt that not wearing underwear was completely disgusting. Little did I know she was being a little more adventurous tonight. I felt a tent popping in my pants by the sight in front of me. She turned around and noticed the lump in my pants and said, "your acting as if you've never seen it before." I replied, as we walked out the door, "dear, I wish I would see it more like that".

We got to the restaurant early. This restaurant was where we had our first date. It is located in the hotel where we first had sex together. Ironically we did both the date and the sex on the same night. Our table wasn't ready yet so we headed to the bar and had a few cocktails. We talked a little bit about Christmas and what our plans were. It was getting a little late, and our table wasn't ready yet, so I went to see what was going on. I was got about a minute and upon my return, I noticed two guys chatting up my wife. To some guys, they might have been jealous of seeing your wife talking to two other guys, but I was somewhat flatter and honored to be in my wife's presence. When I got to our table the two guys turned a kind of jumped. My wife acted like normal and said, "I would like for you to meet Jeff and Matt. They were kind enough to keep me company while you were away." I gladly shook hands with them and offered them a drink. They took me up on my offer and sat down. Jeff was a mature looking guy with gray streaks running through his jet black hair. He had chiseled a well defined features on his 6'2 frame. Matt was a tall 6'4 black man who was very bulking in a weightlifter sort of way. He was completely bald and look younger than Jeff.

The two gentlemen explained that they were in town on a conference. They were businessmen for a large computer firm and our city was the one picked for their meetings this year. Jeff was 49 years old and he was a senior manager for the firm at the company's Canadian headquarters in Toronto. He has been married for 23 years and had two teenage children. He told us it gets pretty lonely traveling as much as he does. Matt was 35 years old. I asked him if he was married and he replied, "No, the bitch left me!" with a smile on his face.

We all broke out into laughter. He was a programmer for the company and was also from Toronto. The two have been here for a couple of days and things were winding down as they were planning to leave for home in the morning. I went to check our table again and found out that it was going to be a while longer. I told them to forgot it and went back to the lounge. Upon my return I noticed Jeff was getting quite friendly with Marn as he had his arm wrapped loosely around her shoulder with his hand within groping distance of my wife's tits. I got back to the table and told my wife to forget dinner tonight, we'll do something else. Jeff offered us up to his room, for room service. He offered to pay since it was on his company's expense anyway.

I knew what Jeff really wanted to do and I'm sure Marnie did to. We gladly accepted his invitation and in no time flat we were all in the elevator on the way up to Jeff's room. While on the way up Marn boldly said, "me and my husband both know what it is you really want." She grabbed Jeff's hand and brought to her chest and had him squeeze one of my wife's breasts. Matt took that as his cue and immediately cupped her other tit and roughly squeezed and fondled it. Marn rolled her head back and closed her eyes so she could just enjoy the attention she was getting.

We finally reached Jeff's floor and got out and practically ran to his room. He said to us, "I guess we'll skip dinner and move right to dessert." He grabbed Marn and pulled her to him and planted a full kiss on her lips. Matt straddled up behind her and brushed her hair aside an began to nibble and kiss her on her neck. I know that the neck always makes Marn go weak in the knees. I, myself just pulled up a chair a began to watch the action.

Finally Jeff broke his wet kiss with Marn and told Matt to bring her to the large bed. Matt picked Marnie up and gently placed in the middle of the bed. He bent down a gave Marn a passionate kiss fully on her lips. Jeff wasted no time and began to move his right arm up her skirt and began to massage the inside of her thigh.

Matt and Jeff then worked in synch a began to pull Marnie's straps of the shoulder of her dress. Marn raised her hips to allow them to completely take her dress off, just leaving her sexy teddy, nylons and shoes on. Both their arms were all over her body feeling and probing where ever they could. Marnie would just let out soft moans and raise her hips in a bucking motion. She could not just sit idle anymore and she let her hands roam all over her two lover's bodies. Jeff got up off the bed and began to undress himself while Matt kept his passionate kiss on my wife's lips. From what I could see they were swapping and sucking on each other tongues'.

Jeff got out of most of his clothes but left his briefs on. What I saw definitely impressed me. He had a large bulge underneath his shorts and could hardly wait to see Marn's face when she saw his dick. Matt removed the Marnie's teddy and left her naked in just her nylons and shoes. What a sexy sight that was. He then proceeded to suck on one of her nipples which brought moans of pleasure from her lips. Jeff fondled and pinched my wife's other nipple, which brought out a moan of Marn's lips. Then Jeff took Marnie's hand and brought it to the bulge in his shorts. Marnie stopped what she was doing with Matt and stared wide eyed at where her hand was placed. She said, "my God! I don't know if I could handle all of that." Jeff cooed and said softly, "don't worry, I'll be gentle. After you feel this inside you all you will feel is pleasure." With that he bent down and gave Marnie a big wet kiss on her lips. She kept fondling Jeff's massive prick through his shorts. This gave Matt time to remove all his clothing as well. He had a decent sized dick as well. I kept thinking to myself, my wife is never going to feel the same again after she was done here.

Jeff broke his kiss with Marnie and he released his dick from his shorts. Marn just gasped and was in awe at the dark piece of meat that was jutting out just a few inches from her face. He brought it closer to Marnie's face and she grasped it in her hand. Her hand did not even cover the circumference of his dick. My dick is average in length and width, but Jeff's dick was at least a good few inches longer (10 inches) and about twice as thick as my dick. Marn brought her lips to the tip of his cock and began to kiss it gently and lightly nibble on the tip. Matt took his position in between her legs and began to kisses and lap away at her wet pussy. This brought moans to my wife's lips as Matt began to lap away at her pussy. Jeff then grabbed Marnie by the hair and began to enter her mouth. Marnie's jaw was stretched incredibly wide as she began to feel the assault of Jeff's dick into her mouth. Jeff was started to let out a few moans of his own as he mounted my wife's chest and began to slide his dick in and out of Marn's mouth.

Meanwhile, Matt was really lapping away at her pussy. You could tell he was going to bring her to orgasm pretty soon because of the way Marn's hips begin to buck up and down. Her moans became load around the dick that was in her mouth. With one final lapping of her pussy she bucked wildly and began to scream around the dick in her mouth. Matt's head was being squeezed between Marnie's thighs as he hung on for the ride. After Marn's orgasm died down, Matt sat up with his pussy smeared face and said, "boy you sure have one hot wife." At the other end, Jeff was really getting into fucking her mouth as he had a handful of Marnie's hair and was fucking her mouth with all it was worth. Marn was squeezing Jeff's athletic ass as he stroked his dick in and out of my wife's mouth.

Matt was working on his dick for a few seconds and he went to his pants to pull out a condom from his pockets. He unwrapped the package and placed it on his dick. He then sat at the edge of the bed between Marn's legs. He spread her legs wide as he stroked his dick up and down her pussy to get his dick nice and wet. After a few strokes up and down he entered her with ease as his 8 inches slide in right to the hilt. He began at a slow pace and allowed Marn time to enjoy the experience as she sucked on Jeff's massive 10 inch dick. After a few minutes Matt picked up the pace and before long he was slamming his dick home fast and furious. This was bringing a constant moan from her lips as she continued to suck Jeff's dick. Before long Jeff was announcing that he was going to cum. He started to grunt really loudly as he released his load down my wife's throat. After a few minutes he released his dick from her lips and sat back a rested.

This gave Matt the opportunity to fully enjoy my wife's body all to himself. He took her legs and put them over his shoulders and started to ram his dick home. "OH FUCK! FUCK MY PUSSY! MAKE ME CUM!" Marnie was becoming very vocal and was loving the fucking she was receiving. As he kept pounding away in my wife's pussy, you could hear his balls slapping her ass as he entered her to the hilt with every thrust. This was making Matt work harder at getting my wife to cum.

Marn was close to cumming again as she clenched her teeth and closed her eyes tight. With one final push Matt grinded his dick into my wife's pussy. This brought Marnie over the edge as she came wildly around Matt's dick. The tight clench around Marnie's pussy walls was too much for Matt, as he hollered and shoved his dick hard into my wife's snatch and started to cum.

After Matt was finished, Jeff took his place between my wife's legs and eased his dick into her soaked pussy. After a few minutes of stroking his dick in and out of her pussy he rolled over onto his back and brought Marnie with him and started to lift her ass up and down onto his swollen member. He kept this pace up for quite a while and Marnie did not seem to complain from the moans and groans coming from her lips. Meanwhile Matt was stroking his cock back to life and after he got himself nice and hard he placed a condom on and got behind Marn's ass. Jeff brought Marnie closer to him and began to kiss her mouth. Matt had a tube of lubrication and squeezed some on his fingers which he immediately placed at Marn's anal opening. The cool sensation made her jump as he inserted his fingers into her virginal asshole. He first put one then two fingers into her ass and began to slowly probe her opening a little wider. After a few minutes of his anal probing he pulled his fingers out and smeared some lube onto his condom covered dick. After he got himself nice and ready he placed the tip against Marn's ass opening. He gently pushed the head in slowly till you could almost hear a pop as his dickhead was sucked into my wife's virgin ass. Marn screamed out on the dick between her lips. "IT HURTS! OH SHIT! FUCK, PLEASE PULL IT OUT!" Matt cooed and soothed her and told her it's ok, everything was going to be fine. He gently pushed a little further in which made Marnie suck her breath in a little bit. After several minutes of inserting and withdrawing Matt hit rock bottom as his pubic hair was racking the back of Marnie's ass.

My dick was completely rock solid by this time as I watched my wife taking a dick in her pussy and ass at the same time. What an unbelievable site this was. I saw Matt and Jeff work like a well oiled machine. As Jeff pulled his dick out of Marnie's pussy, Matt shoved his dick into her ass, and vice versa. This was making Marnie have orgasm after intense orgasm. The sweat was pouring off Matt's forehead as he continued to ream my wife's sweaty ass. All was coming to and end as Marnie exploded into one more intense orgasm which made Matt and Jeff to both lose their loads into her ass and pussy. After they withdrew from her opening Marnie could just collapse onto the bed. I had not come yet to this point, so I took my opportunity to straddle up between my wife's legs and entered her. She was very loose and her pussy was very wet and warm. I did not last long as I came and filled her cunt with my juices.

We then all sat around naked and had a few drinks. By this time it was getting very late and we decided to get ready to go. We washed up and thanked Jeff and Matt for a great time. Marnie lingered a little longer and gave them both very wet kisses. I pretty much had to pull her away. After we left we drove home and talked about what just happened. Needless to say this was about to open up a whole new world for the both of us. Our sex lives have never been the same since.